She slowly nodded her head, and just slowly said, ‘M’kay Michael!’ I was beginning to love the sound of her speaking voice. I was soft … kin... of a natural sounding voice, completely devoid of any accent. I love the way she said ‘Michael’ in her speaking voice. With hearing girls, it was just a name, but in her voice, she made it sounded musical. She pulled off my shirt and then went to work and my pants, unbuttoning and unzipping, she pulled them off as if she could not get them off fast. I slipped my thumbs under the sides of my panties, and again a hush fell on the crowd. I wriggled my hips and began to slide the silky fabric down. As the lacy top began to reveal the first hint of pussy I turned my back on the room again. I slid my hands down my thighs, keeping my legs closed tight to hold the g-string between my cheeks as long as possible. It finally pulled free, and as I bent over and lifted my legs in turn to step out of the flimsy underwear, the assembled swingers got. Where upon she pulled aside the thong and commanded him to eat her pussy,a task he threw himself into whole heartedly. He licked and slurped until shecame, but once again it was not as she imagined it would be. When she had cum,she let him fuck her for the first time but he didn't cum until she spoke tohim in her command voice and told him to either cum or get out. He had an evening planned for them, showing her the sights and a nice dinnerfor two. So they got dressed and went out. The evening. Anything over a dollar plus the clean-up costs were pure profit. But the dairy was going so well, especially with the new Milk Bar, that we kept it going, with just Joe, Granny Harris and myself as secretary, on the board. The telephone on my desk rang, so I answered. It was Suzanne in Reception saying I had a visitor. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I asked her who it was. The answer came back, “A Mister di Angelo is here to see you.”The only di Angelo I knew was my late husband Gianni, who I.